Author Archives
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“Face of Many Mirrors” – Amit Herlekar
Face of Many Mirrors A jolly kid facing a tall frame of glass Began admiring himself at the reflection His eyes squinted, twinkling with curiosity Oh! What a delight it was to see that boy! His head held high,… Read More ›
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“Black or White” – Cynthia Howton
Black or White Black or white this creature blends her true stripes Is she fooling herself? Is she a fool herself? Moving in a blur I can’t witness her defined lines I am angel of truth and lies… Read More ›
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“If My Body Was A Poem” – Maddie Godfrey
If My Body Was A Poem if my body was a poem it would be, short would laugh too loud, hold the microphone too close if my body was a poem, the audience would not be still would writhe and… Read More ›
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“Eternal River” – Deepa Chandran Ram
Eternal River Sun’s blaze broils thick flesh of clouds pinnacled low on mountain high. Arista of measureless streams born of thousand native names flow downstream like a damsel of golden tresses and bee hives in her lip curls, wailing over… Read More ›
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“Then” – Joan McNerney
Then Before twenty two I swore to stay single. I’d be a monkey’s aunt before becoming a slave to any man giving up my name losing my ambition subordinate to HIM. 9 to 5 bad enough forget 24/7! Crazy lazy,… Read More ›
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In This Catching – C. Steven Blue
In This Catching You look to me . . . like somebody throwing up roses a prescient and perceptive human being you look to me . . . like someone who doesn’t do poses a peachy-skinned… Read More ›
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“These August Nights, Those Fairground Lights” – Tonya Eberhard
These August Nights, Those Fairground Lights those wild summer nights of these fairground lights eyeless but blinking nighttime carousel rides, a counter-clockwise fairytale. those speared wooden horses eyes twinkling with malicious intent, forever riding ‘round and ‘round… Read More ›
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“The House Where Cats Go” – Susan Wingate
The House Where Cats Go I visited, last night, the house where cats go. Its walls are smooth stucco and white and it sits on a hill with a chain-link fence that guards it. The chain-link fence cuts off entrance… Read More ›
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“I am a Coal Miner” – Daniel MacFadyen
I am a Coal Miner I have always been a coal miner, struggled in the dank dark to chip a way at life in what is dark and cold . I can rise every day to the red… Read More ›